"What are you talking about? They keep coming—more and more—and you want us to retreat? Are you crazy?" Robot's calm voice cut through her protest. "It's part of a strategy, Eve. Comply." She snorted, rolling her eyes—"Unbelievable, just bailing like this"—but relented, her energy shifting as she threw up a glowing shield around herself, Rex, Dupli-Kate, and Robot.
With a flick of her wrist, she lifted them all into the air, floating them away from the fight and landing on the roof of the tallest building nearby—not skyscraper-tall, but high enough to watch from.
They were too busy saving their skins to notice Gojo at first, their focus on dodging lasers and scrambling to Eve's shield.
It wasn't until they hit the rooftop, catching their breath, that they glanced back toward Robot's last position—and saw him.
Gojo stood alone in the street, Flaxans swarming below, portals blazing. It took less than ten seconds for the team to pull back, and now they watched, confused, as the air around him shifted.
The atmosphere changed—suddenly, sharply. A gust kicked up, swirling outward from Gojo like he was the eye of a storm.
His white hair whipped back, pushed by an unseen pressure radiating from him. His Six Eyes stays sharp, cutting through the dust and smoke, and the wind howled, blowing debris away in every direction.
He raised his hands, fingers splayed, and behind him, two forces shimmered into being. On his left, a swirling orb of blue pulsed—vibrant, dense, pulling at the air like a vacuum begging to collapse.
On his right, a crackling sphere of red flared—hot, wild, pushing outward with raw, repulsive energy. The Flaxans below hesitated, their weapons faltering as the air grew thick, heavy with something they couldn't name.
Gojo's grin crept back, small but sharp, as he brought his hands together. The blue and red orbs drifted closer, their edges brushing, then merging in a slow, deliberate dance.
Where they met, a deep violet sparked—electric, alive, growing as the two forces fused. The wind picked up, roaring now, as the violet glow swelled into a tight, humming ball at his fingertips.
It wasn't big—barely the size of a baseball—but the pressure it gave off was monstrous, bending the light around it, warping the space it touched.
'Hollow Purple,' he thought, locking his eyes on the biggest portal—the massive one in the center, still spitting out mechs and machinery like a factory gone rogue.
(Image of Purple)
He thrust his hand forward, the violet orb hovering at his fingertips, and spoke, voice low but carrying over the chaos:
The purple ball shot out, a streak of purple lightning ripping through the air, silent but deafening in its presence. The Flaxans didn't see it—couldn't see the blue, the red, in the beginning and now the purple—but they felt the shift, the way the wind blasted away from Gojo's spot, the way the ground trembled faintly beneath them.
The Teen Team, perched on the rooftop, squinted against the gusts, shielding their eyes. They couldn't see the techniques either—just Gojo, standing alone, hair wild, the air exploding outward from him like he'd flipped a switch.
'What the hell?' Rex muttered, gripping the ledge, as the purple streak zeroed in on its target, ready to erase whatever it hit.
….
Gojo stood firm, the wind still whipping around him as he unleashed Hollow Purple toward the biggest portal. The violet streak tore through the air, invisible to everyone—humans, heroes, Flaxans alike.
The moment it brushed against anything in its path—Flaxans, their mechs, the cracked road itself—it erased them completely. No blood, no screams, no debris left behind.
Alien bodies vanished mid-step, machinery too erased from existence, and chunks of pavement blinked out of existence as if they'd never been there.
The purple carved a clean, silent swath straight to the massive portal, its energy unrelenting, wiping out everything between Gojo and his target in a heartbeat.
He didn't stop there. With the middle portal under Purple's wrath, Gojo turned his focus to the left. He raised his left hand, fingers snapping together as he muttered, "Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue." A glowing blue orb flared into life, pulsing with a hungry pull.
(Image of Blue)
He released it toward the left portal, and it worked like magic. The air twisted, yanking Flaxans and their gear toward the orb with brutal force. Bodies smashed into each other—green limbs tangling with metal—crunching together into a bloody, gooey mess.
Mechs crumpled, folding in on themselves, while Flaxans shrieked, their cries cut short as they mashed into a grotesque paste.
The blue kept pulling, condensing the pile smaller and smaller, dragging in rubble from nearby buildings too—bricks, glass, steel—until it was a tight, quivering ball of flesh and junk, no bigger than a car, hovering in the air.
The right portal was all that remained, and the Flaxans there were already panicking. They'd seen their buddies erased by Purple and squashed by Blue—now they scrambled to retreat, shoving toward the shimmering gateway.
Gojo smirked, raising his right hand. "Cursed Technique Reversal: Red," he said, voice low and sharp. A blazing red orb sparked at his fingertips, crackling with raw, repulsive energy. He flicked it toward the right portal, and the force hit like a tidal wave.
(Image of Red)
The air exploded outward, a repulsion so fierce it tore through the Flaxans before they could even cross the threshold.
Bodies ripped apart—arms, legs, heads flying in sprays of green gore—shredded by the sheer power before they could scream.
Mechs buckled and burst, metal shards scattering as the red blast shoved everything back, leaving nothing whole in its wake.
It all happened fast—less than a few seconds—and the job was done. Hollow Purple reached the big portal, going inside it, the shimmering light snuffed out as if it'd never existed, along with every trace of Flaxans and machinery in its path.
On the left, Blue's condensed ball of mashed aliens and rubble hung for a moment, then dropped to the ground with a wet splat, a tiny, grisly lump amid the wreckage.
On the right, Red's repulsion left a smear of torn flesh and twisted metal, the portal flickering out under the onslaught. One by one, the three gateways vanished—middle, left, right—winking out like dying stars, leaving the street eerily still.
Gojo lowered his hands, the wind dying down, his hair settling back over his forehead. The air cleared, and no more Flaxans came.
The portals were gone, the invasion stopped cold. He stood alone in the silence, the Teen Team watching from their rooftop perch, jaws slack, unable to process what they'd just witnessed.
'All Done,' he thought, smirking as he dusted off his hands, the city's wreckage stretching out around him.
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A/N: Here is the second part of the previous chapter.
Comment how was the chapter.